My Very Own Marley (and then some)
Meet Tino. He is my dog. He came home one afternoon in 1995 without any input or permission for that matter from anyone else in the family. Maybe not the best move, but it was successful. I couldn't resist his doleful eyes when I met him at the SPCA back then. 
Of course the logical question is what on earth I was doing at the SPCA in the first place if I wasn't pet hunting. I was visiting, and happened to fall in love, that's all. It was innocent enough and love at first site. We named him after baseball player Tino Martinez when he was still a Seattle Mariner. When he got traded to the Yankees we gave serious thought to renaming the dog.
Tino has been a great job, and he does look like Marley, doesn't he? I didn't read the book, but I think I will. I just saw the movie and cried through the last half hour. Bawled and sniveled is more like it. It was a great story and a great movie, and hit a bit too close to home as Tino no longer sleeps upstairs. They are too tough for him. Even the two stairs to the garage sometimes present difficulty. He is getting older.
Meet Finn. He will turn one on January 2nd, and was Matt's birthday present to Carolyn. He is fun and well behaved and gets along with Tino and our four cats great.
And a couple of pre-Christmas photos...brother and sister tormenting each other...
Sister and sister drooling over IPod Touches which were not to be touched...
And wrapping paper fencing. All fun.
Of course the logical question is what on earth I was doing at the SPCA in the first place if I wasn't pet hunting. I was visiting, and happened to fall in love, that's all. It was innocent enough and love at first site. We named him after baseball player Tino Martinez when he was still a Seattle Mariner. When he got traded to the Yankees we gave serious thought to renaming the dog.Tino has been a great job, and he does look like Marley, doesn't he? I didn't read the book, but I think I will. I just saw the movie and cried through the last half hour. Bawled and sniveled is more like it. It was a great story and a great movie, and hit a bit too close to home as Tino no longer sleeps upstairs. They are too tough for him. Even the two stairs to the garage sometimes present difficulty. He is getting older.
Meet Finn. He will turn one on January 2nd, and was Matt's birthday present to Carolyn. He is fun and well behaved and gets along with Tino and our four cats great.
And a couple of pre-Christmas photos...brother and sister tormenting each other...
Sister and sister drooling over IPod Touches which were not to be touched...
And wrapping paper fencing. All fun.
Labels: Marley and Me, My Marley, Old dogs, wrapping paper fencing, young dogs
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if you don't want to eat candy, don't buy it. If you don't want to add to the household population, stay away from the animal shelters, pet stores and even the feed store!!
I could write books...but I'll stick to ONE animal today. Nermal. If you follow Garfield, you will know that Nermal is the adorable little kitten that Garfield is always shipping off to Timbuktu. Well, one fall about 3 years ago, my eyes met nermal's eyes at the feed store--a place local people (usually farmers?) drop off barn kittens to avoid overpopulation. I knew we did not need another cat. But she was outstanding. There was something about her that said "Queen". I came home and asked my dh, who said yes, MUCH to my surprise, him not being a cat person at all...and I forget how many cats we had at that point.
Nermal was tiny and gray, and the ONE house cat we had was very nearsighted (which is why she is a housecat) and I was quite afraid for the first few weeks that this cat (Joe Kitty) would think Nermal was something to be eaten. Now Nermal is twice JK's size but respects her. Otherwise, Nermal is queen of all she surveys, indoors and out. She is the one, who, when you let her in from outdoors always has a few words, to which I always answer, "You're welcome", although I'm pretty sure her utterances would translate something more like "What in tarnation took you so long to open the door? You are the slowest maid I have ever known and I have a good mind to replace you."
Long story short, a year and half ago, Nermal blessed us with a litter of one, then 3 weeks later got pregnant again and this time blessed us with a litter of 6!! We kept three, gave three away. And the next spring, the RUNT, at less than 5 months old, got pregnant and blessed us with a litter of 4 (all utterly beautiful and it broke my heart to part with any of them), 2 of which we gave away and two of which, at nearly 8 months old, have appointments with the vet next Monday (Yay!! the toms are hanging around outside these days). But we have spent a TON this year on spaying and neutering...We now have 8 cats (quite of few elderly cats having passed away since Nermal came.)
And you know what? Eight is enough!!
Yeah, well, I guess I have really bad impulse control, which is why I am still carrying around the extra 20 pounds I keep wanting to get rid of.
I don't know what I am going to do when Tino dies. I love that dog, and he is, well, just such a dawg. He is so easy to have around, a familiar friend and gets along with all the cats (which are all neutered so there won't be more kittens on the way...)
It's like Pavlov's dog...when I hear the word "Marley" I start to cry. It's horrible. My hubby wanted to go see the movie tonight and I snapped back, "No, absolutely not! I'm not going to ruin my New Year's Eve." I'm telling you I'm still cleaning out my sinuses because of Marley! I can't even look at Tino because he looks like "you know who," and then you said, "He sleeps downstairs." Well...just to let you know, I had to grab another box of Kleenex." For those who haven't seen the movie, I won't spoil it but that's when I first lost it in the film!
Marley's forever friend,
Connie
I wanted to comment on the RED hair! Wow. Where does that gene come from? My son had red hair until he was about 2, but not red like that, more orangey gold, and my cousin's son has it too. But they used to call my grandma "carrot top" when she was young, so I think the red her great grandsons have (Oh, yeah, there are more than just the two, like 5!!) must be HER red, that carrot/gold red. (if you look at my blog,the entry titled another great post from Jamie, you will see her son on the stairs and OUR brand of red hair!)
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